We took trips to our favorite French pastry shop to play with our food (specifically a brioche monster)
and chillax with our buddy Monsieur Baguette.
Had some poodle cuddle time on the couch and didn't have to wait long for J-dog to fall asleep in one of his signature awkward positions.
As native Californians we have been on a constant quest in the Midwest for some authentic, cheap, greasy Mexican food. After three years of "close, but not quite," we may have finally found it in a little taco truck on a random corner. The mural of a burrito fighting a torta painted on the side of the truck was far too intriguing to pass up, and I'm glad we gave it a go because my chicken torta was muy bueno.
Went out with some friends for Sunday night trivia and got our butts handed to us (an entire round on Civil War historical trivia?! Come on!), but the black bean dip, bottomless chips, and fantastic company made it all worth while.